"Do you want to use the access code to transfer the data that Brennant recovered?" the ship asked hopefully. Its avatar on the screen was bouncing a gold coin on its palm.
Rafaela rubbed her face without answering immediately. It wasn't just access to the data that the piratical genius had recovered, she needed to sort out the entire confusion of concerns that she'd been putting on hold. As she identified each one she mentally filed it into her 'unwritten' priority list, or added it to a new 'written' list in her memory library.
Some people actually had to write out anything they wanted to store, as though they couldn't record anything that they couldn't actually see, while others could freely store anything they could think of. Rafaela fell somewhere in-between, with average capabilities, and pictured herself writing the list that she stored.
